The Eagle
You've never seen my faceI don't come from your placeYou don't like my stylebecause I never smileMy heart is made of stoneand I'm all aloneMy shadow on the snowis black like a crowI'm not the slave of moneyit runs of menever talk to meI don't have any pity
My bones are shakingMy my ego is meltingMy body is screamingMy my eyes are rolling
You call me a zombie.Do you think that you're free?You call me a zombie.Do you think that you're free?
They call me the eaglecos we are not equalI can escape from darkwith my noah's arkMy flow is made of goldI'm like one million years oldMy sound on the groundcan not be foundYou just have to respect meno other possibilitynever look at meit could be really risky
My veins are showingMy my brain is jumpingMy hair is fallingMy my strength is growing
You call me a zombie.Do you think that you're free?You call me a zombie.Do you think that you're free?